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I gasp. “How dare you. That’s what I tell Josh all the time.”

He laughs. “Must run in the family.”

“Get your hands off me.” I struggle for real now. Calling me what I call Josh is not cool.

“You like my hands, especially when they touchthese.” He grabs my tits. I stop struggling. It’s the reason I came after all. At least, the reason I’mtellingmyself I came.

He moves one of his hands, skimming every part of me he touches and puts it on my sex, underneath my panties.

“Let’s be friends again, baby.” His hot breath gives me goosebumps. “The nice thing about you wearing sweats is the easy access I have all the time.”

I smirk. “Mr. Cocky, was it?”

“Since I do have a pretty spectacular cock, the name sure fits.”

I should have a rebuttal, but then he starts circling my clit and I’m done for. Grant makes it easy to like him and, dare I say, fall in love with him. I hope my heart knows to tread lightly.

Chapter 38

Lana

Grant stays true to his promise and goes on a run with Queenie and I the next morning. He’s much too cheerful, as usual. The guy must wake up thinking the world is a meadow full of daisies. It’s refreshing, though.

I don’t know what the plans are for the day, but Grant can’t stop grinning. I’m excited to see what he has in store, not that I’ll show him.

Now we’re hopping out of the shower together and I’m picking out my usual clothes of black leggings and an oversized shirt.

“Okay, Sunshine, today is going to be a day of spoiling you,” he shouts from his expansive closet with a freaking leather chair in it.

“Oh no—”

“Nope. I’m not taking no for an answer.” He comes out of the closet dressed in gray shorts and a navy golf shirt. He pulls his hair back into his usual bun as he talks. “I’m taking you shopping, out to lunch, and then to a special place. It’s going to be fun. Queenie won’t be able to come, but I have someone coming over to walk her in the middle of the day.”

He’s thought of everything.

“You don’t need to thank me by spoiling me. I was just glad you wanted to hang out with me.” I give a tiny grin.

“Lana, why do you do that?” His face is laced with concern and a bit of anger or disappointment.

“Do what?”

“Doubt yourself. Put yourself down.”

“Uh, it just comes naturally.” I flick my wrist.

“Stop it.” He grabs my chin and makes me stare at him. “You deserve whatever you want because you’re fucking amazing.” He looks at me, searching for a confirmation.

I nod, but my breathing has stopped. Does he really mean that?It’s hard not to believe him when he’s looking me in the eyes.

“Now, let’s go. I’m spoiling you, starting now.” He walks away and starts gathering his wallet, keys, and phone. He shoves the items into his pockets while his watch is on display. He makes being sexy look effortless.

I smirk and don’t move. “Grant. You can’t order me around.”

“You like it.” He stares at me through hooded eyes, then comes over to me and wraps me in a hug. “Especially in the bedroom.” He grabs my ass.

I push him away, but there’s no bite to it. “Shut up!” I smirk.

He kisses my forehead and then drags me along by the hand. He pats Queenie on the head and tells her we’ll be back later while I pet her next. Then he holds open the door to the garage for me and waits for me to walk through.